Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Does Exist ❯ A Year After the Fall of Frieza ( Chapter 1 )

Love Does Exist

Author's Note: Alright, I've started it. After months of pondering and hoping, I've finally begun it. If this works out, this will be a very, very, very long story. I plan to take this very far. Hopefully my patience can keep up with my mind. A little inspiration here and there would be wonderful too. I'm going to do my very best to keep these characters IC, because no one likes a totally mushy Vegeta. Also, I'm printing translated Japanese episode scripts of the episodes that I am recreating (to set up events and such) so I don't screw anything up and totally butcher the dialogue with my crappy memory (although I will not be quoting the dialogue I have, as the translation can sometimes sound really choppy). Also, please do not bash me for using some of the American names. To me, it's better to do that than butcher the Japanese spelling and do that great language a dishonor. I'm doing the best I can!!!! And right now, who knows what this will turn into. But this is the beginning of my rendition of the infamous Bulma/Vegeta Romance. And now, without further ado, here is the story.

Disclaimer: Okay, so I lied. Here is my wonderful disclaimer. I don't own Dragonball Z or any of its fascinating characters.

Vegeta: Shut up, woman! Get on with the damn story!

Ashley: A little pushy, eh buddy? Getting a little anxious?

Vegeta: I just want people to know the REAL story. I am not some pussy, mushy Earthling! I am the Saiyajin Prince!

Ashley: Yeah Yeah. Trust us, we know. ~rolls eyes~ Now, quick distracting me.

Vegeta: ::mumbles something about blasting her before stomping away::

Ashley: Now that that little fiasco is over....I can begin. Here it is, Chapter 1!

Rating: Okay, so I lied again. I'm sorry!

Vegeta: ::shouting from down the hall:: WOMAN!!!!

Ashley: I know! I know!

Currently, I will rate this fic as PG-13. I've never written a lemon before, and I don't think I'm going to start now, but, like I said before, I don't know where this is going. So the rating may or may not change. Alright, enough of my bantering. Here we go.

Chapter 1: A Year After the Fall of Frieza

The steam lifted from the air as the last droplets of water escaped from the showerhead and plunged to the ground. With a quiet sigh, Bulma stepped from the shower and wrapped herself up in her warm, terrycloth robe before putting her soaked blue locks up in a towel to begin drying. Stepping out of her bathroom and into her bedroom, she quickly glanced over at the clock on her nightstand.

It read 5:30.

Bulma smiled. Good. She still had a half-hour to get ready before her friends showed up for her weekly Friday barbeque on the Capsule Corporation balcony.

Bulma walked to her enormous closet, pulling out a slinky, knee-length, red, strapless dress and sliding into it, enjoying the feel of the comfortable material against her newly clean skin. Then, she walked over to her vanity desk, sat down, and began to style her hair. By the time she was done, her blue hair flowed in huge curls and she pulled them back with a red headband. She completed her look by adding a little black mascara and slicking on some red lipstick. Glancing in the mirror, she smiled.

Perfect, she thought.

She wanted to look perfect. After all, her boyfriend Yamcha was coming tonight, too.

The doorbell rang downstairs just as she stood up. Glancing at the clock again she realized they were right on time. She quickly stepped into her red high heels before going down the stairs to answer the door.

The smiling faces of Yamcha, Krillin, and Oolong were there to great her when she opened the door.

Yamcha blushed as he looked Bulma up and down. He gulped audibly before saying, "Gee, Bulma. You look...nice...today." Then, in typical Yamcha fashion, he grinned the biggest cheesy grin he could muster.

"Oh, so I don't look nice everyday?" Bulma inquired which a fake frown. She loved messing with him.

Yamcha's eyes widened. "No!...I mean...Yes!...I mean..."

Krillin laughed. "She was just kidding Yamcha." Oolong simply rolled his eyes.

Yamcha laughed nervously. "Sure! I knew that!:

"Suuure ya did."

"I did!"

Bulma laughed. "Come on in guys and I'll start cooking."

After her guests were seated at the table on the upstairs balcony, and she had put the food on the grill, Bulma took a seat with them.

"So, how is everything, guys?" Bulma asked.

Krillin shrugged. "Not a whole lot. Things have been pretty quiet."

Yamcha nodded. "But peace sure is nice for a change."

"But I wonder where Vegeta went to? He just sort of took off in our spaceship without saying a word!" Bulma complained. Bulma shuddered at the look in Vegeta's eyes after they got back from Planet Namek. They were so cold, even when he had that cocky grin on his face as he told everyone that Goku was going to die. He even mocked Gohan with this. And then when Gohan had attacked him in his fury, Vegeta had swatted him around like a worthless fly and left him bleeding on the ground. He had almost killed him. And yet, then again, he hadn't. It was as if Vegeta had just been pretending that he was going to end the young boy's life. Bulma couldn't help but wonder why.

"Vegeta is out in space somewhere. He's probably chasing after Goku." Yamcha explained.

Oolong shuddered. "Man, the guy scares the crap out of me just by looking at me."

Bulma laughed. "What are you talking about? He's pretty handsome," she joked.

"What do you mean!?" Yamcha exclaimed. "He's a murderer! A space thief!"

"But look how persistent he is, following after Goku and all," Bulma added.

Yamcha gave her a suspicious look. "Bulma, what do you..."

Oolong chuckled. "Don't get jealous, Yamcha."

"I'm not!"

"Are you guys talking about the Vegeta?"

The group glanced toward the doorway to see Mrs. Briefs bringing them drinks. Bulma nodded to answer her question.

"Oh, he's such a cute boy. He should actually be running out of fuel soon. Anyone want some iced tea?"

As everyone grabbed a glass, Bulma looked up to the sky, wondering if Vegeta was safe. Strange that she would think of such things, but she already knew Goku was okay. Plus, Goku wasn't reckless like Vegeta was.

"I wonder if he's met Goku?" Bulma wondered aloud.

And I wonder if he's ever coming back...

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5 MINUTES UNTIL TOUCHDOWN. DESTINATION: CAPSULE CORPORATION. REPEAT. 5 MINUTES UNTIL TOUCHDOWN. DESTINATION: CAPSULE CORPORATION.

Vegeta paused mid-pushup to glance out the cockpit widow. Planet Earth was very large, filling up almost the entire pane of glass.

Figures this piece of junk would take me back there, Vegeta thought dismally to himself. Then, with a small snort of disgust, he continued his pushup in the gravity training room.

Mostly, he was upset that he hadn't found Kakarrotto. He'd searched the entire galaxy and he couldn't even sense his ki signature. He had to see this Super Saiyajin transformation. He had to obtain its power.

He had to defeat Kakarrotto. It was the only way he could truly regain his honor as the Saiyajin no Ouji. His blood burned for revenge.

He looked back out the cockpit window, realizing how close to Earth he was now. He could even see the Capsule Corp mansion.

I hope I don't have to see that vulgar woman, Vegeta thought. It would be a hellish end to a hellish trip across the universe.

Author's Note: Was that okay?? I know it isn't much yet, but it's a start I guess. I promise things will get interesting. Please R&R!!! Thanks!!!